Sad Seasonally Affective Disorder

SAD Seasonally Affective Disorder Some are prone to depression in winter when days get shorter when less light enters the brain through the eyes and thoughts become darker I am also affected and when news gets explosive when fighting grows fiercer when smoke bombs and debris shadow the lands so much that you cannot see dead men’s women’s children’ shadows no longer because an outline silhouette of contours necessitates contrast when darkness prevails Crying shambles when the world does not listen and some say that I’m a political prisoner to my conscience so I must roar this loud and clearly to illuminate my insufferable affection my sadness turned into anger and anger to shame Surely not so many wish to dwell on sad seasons as not for unhappiness to again and again contaminate squeaky clean order sequenced contentment so it is clear as trenched mud that more stories on Syria Libya Yemen Iraq and Palestine have come to be repetitious monotonous sort of a jejune boring unimaginative overkill for common sense enjoyment if you pardon the pun So its time for some older stuff not that far back as the Holocaust just a tad slightly more recent some light easy reading on Genocide with some SAD thrown in for good measure some Surely Antagonistic Disruption to relieve the depression As a poet I have some habit of reading and while the sun stays higher up on the horizon south of the equator where I live I leaf through dust ridden pages bound in beautiful leather ex-cave from ex libris and smell musk and history and other writings on the wailing wall of cacophonous silence in the comfy chair on the patio Treblinka I promised to pass and who wants to really know about the slaughter in Armenia a century ago that is only for google philologists experts of doom Bosnia may well be too euro-centric for my African perusal and Cambodia too Asian when othering leads to othering of dissecting racial segregation lines in cold blood Not to offend American emotions when discussing chemically modified pardon mortified well deader than dead Kurds gassed with chlorine and ignorance supplied by the West I shall restrain myself to simple brutal killing with a view to extinguish on African soil Kigali it is then where or thereabouts in three short months twenty-two years ago and the figure is truthful 800000 Tutsis where killed by the Hutus which is I believe to be quite a lot of shadows and plenty of sculls when machetes ground to the bones It happened and was reported at the time in graphic detail by journalists and the Canadian UN Peacekeeping General in Rwanda and was ignored diverted misrepresented swept under bloody rags of Realpolitik meaning that even the truth had been slaughtered Billy The Kid Clinton was not even busy with Monika and her blue stained dress yet so surely he could have had some time on his hands but nil nada nothing not a single cabinet meeting on some Blacks slaughtering miserable Blacks ‘They do that all the time’ they stated in earnest ‘It will be like Burundi just 50000 or so’ and so the resolve at that time was to withdraw the meagre contingent of blue helmets and hope that the situation would settle itself which it did there was no rush to produce weapons of mass destruction for either side as bicycle spokes and suspension springs would suffice Everyone covered their lower backsides with brown stuff leaking out and nobody really gave an excremental fart no concern no expletive in public just bleeding screaming silence So as an afterthought and in plain effortless ease it might be prudent to remember the odd slit open abdomen food for thought and summer night light contemplation what to do and what not to just in the possible case a genocide creeps into your sphere Written in Johannesburg some time in so called modernity